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Friday night and she stood horrified in Roni’s penthouse apartment bedroom staring into the dresser mirror. “This can’t be legal.” She turned and stared at her ass. “This skirt is way too tight, short and…leathery. Also, I can see my nipples through this shirt.”
    “You look hot. Quit bitching.”
    Lydia pushed her glasses up her nose and said, “I look like a prostitute. A near-sighted prostitute at that.”
    Roni stopped adjusting her black corset. “Are you saying my clothes are slutty?”
    “I’m saying on you they look sexy, on me they look abnormal.”
    Roni looked at her from head to toe. “I was going to suggest you take your hair down, but I think it actually looks better up. This place has a ‘no costume, no entry’ rule. And you have this strange librarian fetish look going on with the glasses and the bun. I didn’t see it before, but combined with that leather skirt and that sheer top, you’re going to be the hit of the ball.”
    Lydia wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to wear the pink chiffon blouse. It had an elastic neckline and cuffs, with a hem that fell below the waist. The black bra and waist cincher made it look deliciously sexy…for the bedroom. Wearing it inside a club for others to see had her knees knocking together. The fishnet stockings seemed to bring the outfit together. As she looked at her body, she had a strange feeling that she was really staring at her evil twin.
    “You know, you could have told me about the costume rule,” Lydia admonished. “I would’ve been better prepared.”
    “You would’ve made an excuse and backed out, you mean.”
    It sucked when your friends knew you so well. “Probably.”
    Roni took a bottle of red wine from the dresser and poured them each a glass. Lydia picked up her glass before Roni could bother to hand it to her. As she sipped it, Roni finished dressing. She really shouldn’t be surprised that Roni had such erotic clothing, but seeing her best friend dressed in a tight-fitting black latex catsuit and knee-high boots was a little shocking. With her blond hair pulled into a tight, high ponytail, Roni exuded confidence and sex appeal. The men at the club must drool every time she walks through the doors. She didn’t resemble Roni the psychologist at all. All she needed was a leather whip and a man on his knees begging to please her and her look would be complete.
    “You ready?” Roni asked, her tone one of concern.
    Lydia’s nerves were shot, but she nodded anyway.
    Roni grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom. As they picked up their purses, Roni looked her over one more time and shook her head. “I can’t believe it’s really you. Damn, girl, you’re hot! You’re going to drive the doms crazy, honey, trust me.”
    Lydia wrapped her arms around her waist. “I’m not sure I want to drive anyone crazy,” she said, her voice rising as hysteria began to set in. “I’m not even sure why I let you talk me into this.”
    Roni opened the door to her apartment and ushered her through it. As she turned the lock and started down the hall, she said, “Because you need this and we both know it. And because you trust me not to get you into anything you can’t handle.”
    When she put it like that, there really wasn’t anything more to be said. As they arrived at the elevator, the doors opened and a man stepped out. His gaze roamed over Roni first, then Lydia. Her face heated as he lingered on her chest. When their eyes met, he smiled. Lydia wanted to sink into the carpet and disappear. Roni tugged her onto the elevator. As the doors shut she noticed the man hadn’t moved, and just before the doors shut, he winked.
    Lydia covered her face and groaned.
    Roni laughed. “You’d better get used to it; that’s going to happen a lot over the course of the evening.”
    “Get used to it?” Lydia cried. “I’m ready to make a break for it here!”
    Roni tsked. “Don’t be a chicken shit.”
    That had her standing